Beak jutting down into the whirlwind of her own devising, Tempesta hurtles downward, dropping at a furious rate. My heart leaps into my throat, and my claws scrabble on the arena floor, fruitlessly, as if I could somehow stop her fall by proxy.
On the one hand, she will hit the ground hard, just like Tufaan.
On the other, Lobo and Demos could get knocked out of the tournament too, which would spell disaster. Not just for us, but for everyone.
[LOBO! DEMOS! Crash dive positions! Or see if you can slow her down!]
I don't hesitate to bark instructions through the mind-link. After all, every second counts.
Lobo is eerily calm. [Attempting to increase the drag on her. Super Jump drained us, but we might have enough for the cords between us.]
I growl. [Don't burn yourselves out!]
Demos is white-knuckle but calm. [We only need a few seconds.]
